บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Ex-Wife Returns: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

"You..." Astrid's face turned pale with fear as she watched the man in front of her catch the dagger with his bare hand. Her heart pounded violently, and her grip loosened. With a loud clang, the bloodstained dagger fell to the ground. She quickly crouched down, grabbing the man's hand, which was continuously oozing blood. Tears of regret streamed down her face as she anxiously and pitifully pleaded, "Magnus, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I really didn't mean to..." "You didn’t mean to hurt me, but you deliberately hurt my people." Magnus’s deep and unfathomable eyes were filled with a chilling sharpness. With a forceful flick of his hand—"Ah—!"Astrid, who had been crouching at the edge of the pool, lost her footing. Her body tilted backward, and with a loud splash, she plunged into the deep end of the pool.Water splashed in all directions as she flailed her arms in

Zara blinked innocently. "I heard she was personally sent to prison by your grandson. And at the time, she was pregnant, wasn’t she? But to cover up the scandal, your family forced her sister to make her take abortion pills. She bled out, and both mother and child died…"Astrid’s eyes widened in shock. ‘How does she know all this?’"Outrageous! Who allowed you to spew such nonsense here?" The butler stepped forward, scolding her sharply."Oh? So even the truth isn’t allowed to be spoken?" Zara shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine, fine, if you don’t want to hear it, I won’t say anything more."She tilted her head, flashing Old Master Voss a bright smile. "So, tell me, why did you have your bodyguards bring me here? Hurry up and say your piece—I have to get back to taking care of your grandson. He’s ridiculously difficult to please. He doesn’t want anyone else, only me. Because of him, I’ve missed out on an ad shoot and had to turn down several b

"Ah…!"Senna suddenly felt her body lifted off the ground. Terrified, she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a piercing scream. If he threw her, the pain would be unbearable.Magnus's expression darkened, his voice sharp as he barked, "Stop!" He swiftly maneuvered his wheelchair forward, forcefully snatching Senna from the man's grip and shielding her in his arms."Sir, she hit you," the bodyguard said sternly."I don't mind being hit by her. Get lost."Magnus held the still-shaken Senna tightly. His piercing gaze swept over the bodyguard like a blade, his presence as chilling as ice."Stay out of this. Move aside," Edric quickly stepped in, dragging the bodyguard away. Couldn’t he see that the young master was protecting Miss Thorne with his life? How dare he try to throw her? Did he have a death wish?The bodyguard was dumbfounded. He was only responsible for protecting the young master—nothing more, nothing less.

Senna clenched her fists, rage surging through her veins. She panted heavily, her wide, tear-filled eyes glaring at him with pure hatred."It seems I haven’t done enough for you to understand your place," Magnus said, running a finger over his wounded cheek.A trace of blood smeared onto his fingertip. His gaze turned predatory, like a wolf savoring its prey before the kill. "Is giving birth to my child the only way to make you understand who I am to you?"His eyes held a ruthless glint, as if he were a beast locking onto its target—one that he would consume entirely.Senna swallowed nervously, inching further into the corner. His gaze, his demeanor—they terrified her. A chill seeped into her bones. Gritting her teeth, she spat, "You forced me into this. I won’t apologize.""I don’t need an apology," Magnus said, maneuvering his wheelchair closer. He reached out, grabbing her wrist, intending to pull her into his arms.

At dawn, the storm finally subsided. Senna opened her swollen eyes and found herself lying against the man’s broad, solid chest. Her heart sank instantly. She had actually allowed herself to weep uncontrollably in the arms of her enemy last night—and even cried herself to sleep. How could she have sought comfort in the warmth of the man who had wronged her? She shouldn’t have.Senna clenched her fists slightly, berating herself over and over.Magnus was still asleep, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist—not so forcefully as to hurt her, but firm enough that she couldn’t break free.Senna raised her head slightly and looked at his closed eyes and strikingly handsome face. Her gaze narrowed, a sharp, murderous glint flashing through her eyes.The man who had framed her and caused her brother’s death was right in front of her. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for revenge.